What he’d done was awful, he knew. He was in jail for years, until being set free this week. Now he was ready to start fresh.
Was he ready to return to civilization? Could he handle everyday life, and the guilt over his terrible actions? They seemed appropriate at the time, though he hadn’t been thinking--and the memories still haunted him.
Brad started to choke up. Be strong, he thought. You’re better now. Life will improve.
Always keep the faith.